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The savage woman seemed to return his greeting with a quick snap of her hawkish gaze. Kodlak followed her movements carefully, allowing for each step to become a permanent memory in his mind. The careful swing of his skull to follow her seemed to nonchalant, but there was tact within the glimmer of his sea swell gaze. The Nord knew only that there were some out there who spoke of vile things, and they were easy to tell apart from the good folk. He knew also that there were those who regarded others with a forked tongue and seemed to dwell in a place of goodness, but they were false and foul things. The Wuuthrad did not know which of these the woman was, but he was still wary of the way she spoke to him and the manner in which she drew herself to his frame with such boldness.
 
“I was intended for it,” he answered her in a deep-throated timbre of a voice. There was a ghost of a smile that played coyly at the edges of his dark lips. It seemed to dance for a moment in an upward position before it returned to a grizzled line. “And what of you, shield maiden? What has this life intended for the likes of you?” The Nord cast his tossing sea foam gaze to the woman with a curious intensity. He was not afraid to meet her nerve, nor was he intimidated by the citrine of her sharp gaze. It was a matter of toying on the line of polite and brash, but he had danced that very line for a long time.